Month of Vintage Underwear: Day 3

I used to have a whole wardrobe of leotards…

I had a red one, and a pink one, and a blue one, and a small collection of black ones. This is because I used to be an early childhood dance teacher–as in, that was how I made most of my living, and what I did with most of my days. I taught kids, mostly ages 3-6, how to plie and tendu and shuffle-hop-step.

(Side note: Don’t think for an instant that this makes me any kind of good dancer. I took a ton of dance classes in college, but I’m strictly amateur, with tight muscles and general lack of flexibility. What I am is great with little kids. This is the primary skill of teaching baby dance classes, not any kind of dance technique.)

Every class I've ever taught has looked like this.
Every class I’ve ever taught has looked like this. Never has it looked like a group of baby monkeys. Never. I don’t know what you’ve heard.

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